Chapter 2Jacob muted a soft sigh of appreciation at the sight of Noah’s muscular ass, as the prospective client headed away. He shook his head as if to shake away the increasingly X-rated thoughts, and focused on the dining room and kitchen. He was already planning what was needed in the dining room as he checked the fridge for ingredients. He groaned softly, and looked quickly in the freezer.
He doesn’t cook. Typical single guy fare from freezer to microwave. Dammit. There must be something I can use.
He pulled out what he could use. There were a few eggs, an onion, tomatoes, and some mushrooms. From Noah’s pantry he got dried oregano, coriander, and chilli. He grinned as he looked over at a couple of bananas and pulled out the half-finished bar of chocolate he’d spotted in the fridge.
